Insanity
I'm lost in my own mind, my sanity is thrown out. Its time to be real, time to get this all off my chest. The world is only made of evil, does any good ever pay off. You can try as hard as you want, but if god was real and this isn't all for nothing than prove to me what it is. there's no way of knowing if god is real and that all the good will pay off, but the demons are needing my soul. I can feel them pulling me to them, they feed on murder and insanity. have you ever gave much thought into this, the thought that will make you see things the way you should. the world is made up of good and evil, there's just more evil than good.. you can see this by just looking at me.
Copyright © Abigail Cecil | Year Posted 2011
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